Cold wind bites the rusted pier
Salty mist is thick and near
Heavy paws on weathered wood
Staying where the master stood
Salt and iron in the breeze
Bending all the harbor trees
I will wait until the light
Hold the line throughout the night
Copper collar tight and worn
Old leather is thin and torn
Tracing scents across the quay
Looking out toward the gray sea
Empty nets and broken twine
Watching for a distant sign
Cold rain hits the harbor wall
Waiting for a distant call
Salt and iron in the breeze
Bending all the harbor trees
I will wait until the light
Hold the line throughout the night
I remember how we ran
Working for a steady plan
Now the tide just pulls away
Turning every gold sky gray
Hungry belly, heavy chest
I won't take a winter's rest
Scanning every rolling wave
Loyal till the final grave
Salt and iron in the breeze
Bending all the harbor trees
I will wait until the light
Hold the line throughout the night
Still here on the wood.
Just like I should.
Salt and iron.